The hand holding her around the waist slipped lower, his fingers gripping her ass and pushing her pelvis closer to him until she felt nothing but his amazing erection pressing against her.
Toni let out a shaky breath, her eyes briefly closing. “Oh-kay, yeah. This lake is giant. It’ll be here forever. And don’t forget jet lag. I’m sure we’re still having jet lag. And that can only be dealt with in a . . . a bed.”
Grinning, Ricky Lee stepped back, took hold of her hand again, and began to walk back to the car.
Blayne sat at the kitchen table in the Jackal House—as she liked to call it—and watched as one of the Horde of Offspring—as Bo liked to call them—carefully cut an apple into equally sized slices.
Because he was making sure that all the sizes were exactly the same size, he was taking a rather long time.
“Would you like me to make you something to eat, Troy?”
“No.” He blew out a breath and sat back in his chair, shook his head, and offered, “Do you want these?”
“Your apple slices?”
“Yes.” He handed the paper plate to her, took another paper plate from the pile in the middle of the table and another apple from the bowl beside it. Then he began again.
Honestly, when Bo Novikov says, “That kid is seriously obsessive,” you really have a problem.
Concerned, Blayne leaned in and began, “Honey—”
“I’m already in therapy for this sort of thing, so just let it go.”
“All right then.”
Blayne ate the apple slices and watched the kid go through two more apples before he was happy with what he did. That was around the time when Oriana came into the room, sweating and smiling in a black leotard and pink stockings, her toe shoes still on her feet, white leg warmers on her legs, and a towel around her neck. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and went into the refrigerator. When the girl pulled out the bottle of pulp-free juice, Blayne squealed and jumped up.
“Not that one!” she yelped, leaping across the room to pull the offending bottle out of Oriana’s hand.
“Is there something wrong, Blayne?”
Blayne’s eyes narrowed when she saw the girl smirk. “Have you been talking to Livy?”
“Don’t know what you mean.”
Blayne put the bottle back in the refrigerator and took out an unopened one. It had pulp but Oriana would just have to deal with that. Once she handed it off, she turned in time to see one of the older siblings walking past her.
“Hi, Cherise!”
Cherise froze. It was like she thought she could blend into the backsplash behind the sink.
Not looking at her, Cherise nodded. “Hi, uh, Blayne.”
“Are you ever leaving?” Oriana asked Blayne. “Or are you and the Incredible Hulk moving in for the summer?”
“Stop calling him that, and we’re just here until Bo is convinced this whole schedule thing is running perfectly. He doesn’t want to disappoint your sister.”
“Why not? We disappoint her all the time.”
“That’s . . . adorable.” She turned back to Cherise but she’d almost sneaked out the back kitchen door. Blayne rushed up to her. “Hey, Cherise?”
Cherise jumped and spun around. “Yes?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to come out with me tonight.”
“Why?”
“It’ll be fun!”
“You don’t know me.”
“No. But that’s how one learns about someone, by hanging out with them. You’ll get to meet my best friend, Gwen. You’ll like her. Maybe. She is feline and you’re canine. But I’m canine and she’s still feline and we get along great.”
Oriana put her arm around Blayne’s shoulders and looked at her sister. “Oh, Cherise, you have to go. Because that sounds like so much fun for you.”
Blayne nodded. She couldn’t agree with Oriana more! And how nice of her to say it!
“Come on! It’ll be a blast!”
Cherise shrugged and finally admitted, “I don’t really like to go outside.”
“Then you have to go outside! And you’ll start liking it.”
“It’s that easy!” Oriana cheered. “You just have to go!”
Cherise smiled—although it looked a little pained—and nodded. “Okay then.”
“Great!”
And, excited for her sister, Oriana lifted her arms in the air and cheered, “Great!”
Blayne started back to her apple slices when she heard Oriana yelp, “Ow!”
Blayne turned and found the girl holding her foot and hopping up and down.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s my fault,” Cherise confessed. “I stumbled and stepped right on her instep. Too bad I didn’t hit the tip of her shoes instead. That wouldn’t have hurt at all, huh, Oriana?” She kissed her sister’s cheek and again headed toward the back door. “So sorry, sweetie.”
Shrugging, Blayne picked up an apple slice and popped it into her mouth. Such a lovely family! she happily thought to herself.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
There really was something about a naked woman sitting behind you, her long legs wrapped around your waist, one arm around your neck, and her other hand sliding down your abs to your groin until she could grasp your cock and hold it tight.
Ricky let out a contented sigh as Toni kissed his neck, his shoulder. He relaxed into her, her breasts pressing against his back. Nothing had ever felt so damn comfortable before. He used to think “comfortable” meant boring, but Ricky Lee realized he was very wrong. There was nothing boring about Antonella Jean-Louis Parker.
Her leg stretched out a bit, her foot curving around until she could tuck it under his knee. She nibbled on the tendons of his neck, but he didn’t feel the instinctual need to protect them like he usually did when a She-predator got too close to that part of his body.
“You really are beautiful,” Ricky sighed out.
Toni chuckled. “I bet you say that to all the She-dogs who have hold of your dick.”
“No. I don’t.” He glanced back at her. “In fact I don’t say much.”
His motto had always been “Get in, get out, enjoy yourself while you’re there.” But with Toni, Ricky realized he enjoyed himself whether in or out.
Toni suddenly pulled away and Ricky worried he’d gone too far. She-predators didn’t like it when males got too clingy, too sentimental. It made them feel trapped. But Toni didn’t run away from him, instead she maneuvered in front of him and pushed him onto his back. Grinning, she straddled his chest and then stretched out on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips.
“I am so glad you’re with me on this trip,” she said, nuzzling under his neck, nibbling his ear. “I think it would have been so dull otherwise.”
“Nothing seems to be dull when you’re around, darlin’.”
Ricky gripped Toni around the waist and rolled her until she was beneath him. “Strange and random, maybe. Dull?” He chuckled. “Never.”
Leaning down a bit, Ricky sucked Toni’s nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking it. She groaned, her hands digging into his hair. He loved when she did that.
When he had her writhing nicely, he asked, “What do you want me to do, Toni?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Eat me.”
Ricky began working his way down Toni’s body. “Did I mention,” he asked, grinning up at her, “that I love a woman who knows what she wants . . . and ain’t afraid to demand it?”
“That’s good,” she gasped out when he nipped the inside of her thigh. “Because I can be really demanding when I want to be.”